She paused for a moment before staring at Rong Yi and said, "Then you listen well, the meaning of the word black belly will tell you now." This word is used to describe a person who looks as elegant and noble as you on the surface.

In fact, the heart is thick and invisible, black and colorless, black-hearted, cunning, and completely different from what it looks on the surface. If you don't know the way yet, look at yourself and know, you are simply a model of black belly! ”

After hearing this, Rong Yi glanced at Ming Yulong with a shallow gaze, and gently leaned into the carriage, his black hair sprinkled behind him, his posture was leisurely, revealing a little lazy, and he hummed softly,

"I think, sometimes, you have a good feeling in your heart. This word is quite in line with my heart, I didn't expect that in your heart, I would be so highly evaluated. ”

Ming Yulong was speechless, which of her words was going to praise him, "Rong Yi, don't be too narcissistic, what did I say just now, where did I mean to praise you, and that word praised you?" ”

"Didn't you just praise me for my elegant and noble appearance, gentle and Qinghua? These words describe it very well, and it must be the feeling of me in your heart, and I am very pleased with this. Rong Yi said in a low voice, his eyelids raised slightly, and he smiled meaningfully.

Dizzy, she just said these eight words to set off the black-hearted and thick-skinned people in the back, okay, this person is obedient and listens to it, and the rest is regarded as the wind in the ears!

Also, when did her mind feel for him! How does that sound weird.

Rong Yi smiled lightly, and took out a white jade long-necked porcelain bottle from below, and between gently raising his hand, an amber liquid flowed out of the mouth of the porcelain bottle, and in an instant, the fragrance filled the entire carriage.

Ming Yulong immediately threw away the thoughts just now, took a deep breath, smelled the refreshing aroma of wine, stared at the wine and asked,

"What kind of wine is this, it looks so good!"

"Potpourri." Rong Yi poured two cups each, and Jade picked up one of them and put it in front of Ming Yulong.

Ming Yulong carefully picked it up, put it under his nose and smelled it, it was quite refreshing and smooth, and the faint aroma of wine was mixed with the fragrance of flowers, but it was not strong. Her eyes sparkled, and her little face was excited:

"Potpourri, including glutinous rice, fine barley koji, mixed with hundreds of wild flowers brewed, so the fragrance is fragrant, the taste is sweet, drinking it can nourish and warm the stomach."

"I didn't expect you, a woman, to be good at this kind of thing in the cup. As soon as you smell it, you can smell what you need to make this wine. ”

Rong Yi remembered that the last time she was in the Drunken Immortal Building, she seemed to be drunk from alcohol. The hand holding the wine glass paused almost inaudibly in mid-air, and the clouds in his eyes became more and more dense.

Ming Yulong put his finger on the teacup and smiled reluctantly.

When it comes to wine, she inevitably thinks of her father. My father didn't have any hobbies, he just liked to have a few glasses of wine at each meal.

I heard her mother say that when she was one year old, when she saw her father drinking, she stretched out her little hand to grab it, and after being stopped by her mother, she still sucked the little hand dipped in the wine with relish.

When she was older, her father also thought she was very interesting, and he would give her a sip or two when he drank, and gradually, although she was not a drinker, she knew more about wine than ordinary people, and she also had more hobbies.

But she didn't remember any of those things......